Answer:
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Just head and foot yet never tires of dancing.
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.